Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
EMILY BRONTEI gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Worthless as wither’d weeds.
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I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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Nay, you’ll be ashamed of me everyday of your life,” he answered; “and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
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